Carry On

If you are reading this

I’m already dead.

If so,

I want you to know,

That,

There is schnitzel in the fridge,

Lemons,

In a bowl,

On the kitchen bench.

I trust you 

To do the right thing.

I’m sorry, 

I’m all out of Chablis.

Parkstreet

Modesty

There was once a town where the lady who owned the dress shop would protect the modesty of her window mannequins by placing slips on them when she changed their attire with the seasons.

I lived in that town.

Now I don’t.

Parkstreet 

Ko-Fi

This Poem Contains No Illuminati Code

This poem

Contains 

No

Illuminati code.

Parkstreet

Ko-Fi